beating heart
I don't own Harry Potter.
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Thump. Ba-dhump.
My heart is pounding so hard against my chest; it feels so hurt I hope it's a nightmare. But it keeps beating, fast, with my breathe choked on my own throat—it's real ... it cannot be real!
"Are you coming?"
A sharp tone comes to my ears. I turn around, finding out that he is already standing behind me for the very long time. It feels like ages. I say stupidly, "What?"
"To my birthday party, of course."
I giggle awkwardly. "You won't held a birthday party, Fred. How come did you forget that you were already—"
A smile on his face is fading. "Please. Can't you see a hole beside my head?" He pointed his was-supposed-to-be-an-ear. I struggle to smile.
"I'm sorry—"
Thump. Thump.
"Well." He turns around and leaves me alone with a mirror in front of me. I look at myself; so pathetic, when I remember the first time Fred held my hand and we were dancing under the shining lights on Hogwarts' icing stone, his smile ...
My heart is pounding so heart again I believe it will burst in any minutes.
I wept—again, for the millionth time since The Battle of Hogwarts had ended.
Thump. Thump.
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FIN